Her eyebrow rises as though he's leveraged a challenge at her. "Well, then, like I said, I guess you'd better hope I pick one with money, or you're eating dirt."

Hand stretching outward, palm exposed, she's still for a moment. If Bumi is extremely attentive, he may feel small bits of metal in his pockets quiver in response, barely enough to register. Under normal circumstances, she would have asked him where they were -- but she's showing off, just a little. Besides, she's already given him at least one strong hint that she's more than she appears . . . and that was not by accident.

"There." Her fingers reach forward, stretch up (how do these people get so tall, anyway?) to a pocket hidden to the side, under his jacket. "That one."

She already knows it's a good choice.